1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb